{pearls 


Blice  1F.  ipennell 


Springfielfc,  /IDass. 

press  of  SpringfidJ>  printing  anJ<  36inJ>ing  Company 
1890 


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Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1890,  by 

ALICE    I.    PENNELL, 
In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress  at  Washington. 


Contents. 

PEARLS,        ...  7 
MAE  ALICE, 

BESSIE,         .  I0 

Bv  CANDLELIGHT,       .  » 

BESSIE  AND  THE  FAVORS,  13 

INCENSE,  '5 

ALICE  CARLE,         .            .  '8 

PETRONELLA,    .            .  20 

NAPOLEON,                        .           .  22 

HARRY,     .        .  24 

BRUZ,  ...  26 

MILES  MORGAN,          ...                        .  28 

KING  WILLIAM  DEAD,        .        .  .30 

THE  GERMAN  EXILE,            •.            .  32 

THE  EXILE'S  RETURN,     .            .                       '-.  34 

OUR  CASTLE  ON  THE  RHINE,           .  35 

LEBEN  SIE  WOHL,             ......  37 

TELL  THE  NEWS,         ...  38 

THE  PRINCE  OF  WALES,              .                        .  39 


Contents. 

THE  OLD  BRICK  HOUSE,       .           .  40 

ARTHUR,      .....  42 

EDITH,   ......                        .  44 

"THERE'S  Music  IN  THE  SUNSHINE,"              .            .  45 

THE  PICTURE,  ....                                  .  46 

THE  ROLLING  STONE,      ...  48 

JIM'S  MEERSCHAUM,    ....  50 

MINNIE,        ......  .               51 

THE  GRANDSON,           .            .  54 

JAMES,         .                                  .  .56 

GOOD-BV,            ........  59 

GOOD-NIGHT,       .                ......  60 

ROBIN  GRAY,    .......  62 

THE  BRIDAL  DAY,           ....  63 

WEDDING  BELLS,         .'....  64 

HER  HUSBAND,      .....  .65 

HOLLY  BERRIES,          ....                        .  67 

MERRIE  XMAS,      ....  69 

CHRISTMAS,       .....                        .  70 

THE  CHRISTMAS  BASKET,           ...  .71 

FOR  SALE,         .......  72 

How  OLD  ART  THOU  ?    .            .            .            .  .              73 

LOOKING  BACKWARD,  ...                       .  75 

NOT  ELSMERE,       ....  77 


Contents. 

LONG  AGO, 

TWILIGHT, 

AVE  MARIA, 

MOTHER, 

LIFE,                        .  85 

THE  SHIP  THAT  SAILED  AWAY, 

THE  KEY  COLD  LOVER,  . 

THE  AMATEUR,             .  9° 

THE  LADDER,         .            .  92 

MR.  JUSTICE  COPELAND,        .  94 

ONLY  LAWYERS  NEED  APPLY,                                     •  95 

A  REMEDY  UNIQUE,    .  97 

A  LULL  AT  THE  COURT  HOUSE,  99 

THE  WINNING  CANDIDATE,  .  I01 

THE  LOSING  CANDIDATE,  I02 

THE  DEAD  OFFICER,  .  I03 

OUR  COLONEL,       .           .  I05 

MY  ALMA  MATER,      .  I07 

YACHTING,               .  II0 

NANTUCKET — ICE-BOUND,       .            .  IJI 


pearls. 

WE  seek  the  richest  treasures 
To  give  the  friends  we  love; 

We  would  give  the  world,  if  ours, 
And  stars  that  shine  above. 

So  now  I  cast  my  treasures, 

My  pearls  of  heart  and  mind, 

Before  the  friends  who  love  me, 
And  hope  new  friends  to  find. 


Hlice. 


DOST  know  the  winsome  lassie, 
The  maid  with  golden  hair  ? 

She  gracious  is  and  charming, 
This  bright-eyed  maiden  fair. 

Her  face  is  fair  and   rounded, 
Her  lips  can  smile  or  pout  ; 

As  through  them  comes  her  clear  voice, 
The  snowy  teeth  shine  out. 

She  speaks  in   French  and  German, 
Her  own  tongue  knows  full  well  ; 

She  paints  the  fairest  flowers, 
Can  wondrous  stories  tell. 


/ICae  Hlicc. 

She  dances  like  a  fairy, 

Can  sing  sweet  lullabies  ; 

No  wonder  young  men  like  her, 
This  maid  with  laughing  eyes. 

Sweet  Mae,  with  the  golden  hair, 
Thou  dear  one  of  our  life, 

May  sorrow  lightly  touch  thee, 
In  this  world's  weary  strife  ! 


Bessie. 

HAST  seen  our  little  Bessie, 

With  golden,  shining  hair? 

She  dances  like  the  fairies, 

Who  seem  to  tread  on  air. 

She's  a  winning  little  maid, 

Her  hair  is  like  spun  gold; 

Her  eyes  are  bright  and  shining, 
Her  heart  can  ne'er  grow  old. 

Oh  Bessie  dear,  our  darling, 

Queen  of  our  hearts  and  song, 

May  roses  ever  greet  thee, 
If  life  be  short  or  long  ! 


GanMeliabt. 


THE  taper  burns  and  "genius  burns"; 

What  does  she  write  to-night  ? 
Is  it  a  letter,  tender,  true, 

She  writes  by  candlelight  ? 

A  picture  in  the  little  room, 

I'll  ne'er  forget  the  sight  ; 
A  maiden  fair  with  golden  hair, 

Who  writes  by  candlelight. 

Her  head  droops  low,  her  fingers  fly 
With  motion  swift  and  light  ; 

And  thought  keeps  pace  with  flying  pen, 
In   the  bright  candlelight. 


12  *s  CanMeltgbt. 

Sweet  peace  to  thee,  my  darling  friend, 
And  happy  be  each  night ; 

And  may  thy  thoughts  be  ever  gay, 
In  the  bright  candlelight  ! 


Bessie  ant>  tbe  favors. 

I  WILL  show  thee  favors  many, 
I'll  show  thee  treasures  rare  ; 

A  dainty  little  spinning-wheel, 
A  fairy  old  armchair. 

The  fishes  three  and  little  pails, 

A  violin  so  gay  ; 
A  yacht  full  rigged,  an  owl  so  white, 

A  stork  with  storkful  way. 

A  drinking  cup  in  nickel  case, 

A  vinaigrette  so  sweet  ; 
A  monkey,  pair  of  gloves,  and  doll 

With  toilet  all  complete. 


14  JSessie  atrt  tbe  Jfavors. 

What  else  was  there  ?     I  cannot  tell 
The  list  would  last  a  day  ; 

May  favors  ever  come  to  thee, 
To  cheer  thee  on  thy  way  ! 


fluceiise. 

I'LL  gladly  burn  incense  for  thee, 
And   keep  it  at  thy  shrine  ; 

I  am  not  now  a  Shakespeare  peer; 
His  gifts  can  ne'er  be  mine. 

It  is  well  thou   dost  admire  him, 
It  shows  thy  manly  heart  ; 

A  noble  man  is  he,  who  takes 
In  active  life  a  part. 

Alive  to  all  that's  good  and  true, 
And  yet  so  full  of  fun  ; 

Thy  manly  gifts  of  heart  and  brain 
Would  please  most  any  one. 


16  Uncense. 

A  friend,  indeed,  to  manly  men, 
To  women  tender,  true  ; 

Thy  friends  will  ever  loyal  be, 
Old  friends  and  even  new. 

Smile  on,  jest  on,  and  cheer  our  path, 

Whate'er  of  ill  betide  ; 
Life's  sorrows  seem  not  hard   to  bear, 

If  thou  dost  walk  beside  ! 

Thy  hand  is  warm  and  tender,  too, 
Thy  voice  is  strong  to  cheer  ; 

Better  than  tonic,  balm,  or  myrrh, 
To  have  thee  ever  here. 

Incense  can  ne'er  be  sweet  enough, 
Will  never  burn  as  long 

As  that  I  offer  now  for  thee, 
The  cause  of  this  my  song. 


flncense.  17 

May  thy  least  wish  be  gratified, 

And  happy  e'er  thy  life  ; 
May  sorrow  never  cloud  thy  brow, 

Till  passed  beyond  earth's  strife  ! 

There  we  may  hope  to  meet  again, 

And  happy  be  alway  ; 
Forever  then  the  sun  will  shine, 

And  blest  will  be  the  way. 

Sweet  peace  to  thee,  my  lively  friend, 

And  happy  be  each  night ; 
And  may  thy  dreams  be  oft  of  her 

Who  writes  by  candlelight  ! 


Hlice  Carle. 

I  LOVED  thee,  fondly  loved  thee, 

In  the  happy  days  gone  by, 
Of  all  others,  thou  wast  ever  dear  to  me  ; 

The  belle  of  all  the  city, 

The  pride  of  every  heart, 
Was  fair  Alice  from  the  city  by  the  sea. 

Oh,  Portland  has  fair  daughters, 
They  are  scattered  far  and  wide, 

For  their  merits  they  will  long  remembered  be; 
Among  her  favored   children, 
None  can  e'er  exceed  in  grace 

Our  sweet  warbler  from  the  city  by  the  sea. 


Hike  Carle. 

Then  long  life,  my  lady  fair, 
Who,  witching,  sang  of  Maggie, 

The  longest  life  and  happiest  may  it  be 
We'll  ne'er  forget  thee,  Alice, 
Whether  near  or  far  from  home, 

Darling  Alice  from  the  city  by  the  sea. 


petronella. 

NELLA  !     Petronella  ! 
Thou  queen  of  our  hearts  and  our  song, 

Nella  !  Petronella  ! 
With  thee  days  are  never  too  long. 

Nella  !  Petronella  ! 
Bright  sunshine  of  life  and  of  home, 

Nella  !  Petronella ! 
Fond  lovers  thou  biddest  to  come. 

Nella  !  Petronella  ! 
May  thine  eyes  ne'er  sadden  with  woe, 

Nella  !  Petronella  ! 
With  thee  joy  doth  anywhere  go. 


Ipetronella. 

Nella  !  Petronella  ! 
Wherever  thy  footsteps  shall  roam, 

Nella  !  Petronella  ! 
Forget  not  our  hearts  and  our  home. 


Ittapoleon. 

NAPOLEON  !     Napoleon  ! 

What  shall  I  say  of  thee  ? 
Of  all  the  royal  races,  now, 

Thou  art  the  king  I  see.    - 

Thy  very  form   majestic  is, 
Thy  bearing  is  so  grand, 

Not  any  man  outshines  thee  now, 
In  all  this  happy  land. 

And  yet  thy  stately  ways  are  but 
The  image  of  thy  heart. 

Ambitions  high  to  glorify 

Hath  ever  been  thy  part. 


HAapoIeon. 

A  college  student,  young  and  fair, 
A  lawyer,  shrewd  and  keen, 

Will  surely  sit  on  Highest  Bench, 
Be  President,  I  ween. 

Thou  art  a  friend  we  like  to  see  ; 

Thy  hand  we  like  to  grasp, 
For  courage,  hope,  and  sunny  days 

Seem  treasured  in  its  clasp. 


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MY  prayers  for  thee  shall  ever  rise, 
On  thee  my  thoughts  shall  dwell. 

When  I  behold  thy  loving  face, 
My  joy  no  tongue  can  tell. 

I  count  most  happy  days  with  thee. 

I  long  for  thee  alway. 
Thy  presence  ever  soothes  and  cheers, 

By  night  or  weary  day. 

For  thee,  my  friend  of  early  youth, 
I  long  with  swelling  heart. 

Be  thine  the  way  that  leads  to  fame, 
Although  we  walk  apart. 


Ifoavn?.  25 

Thy  voice  is  ever  blest  to  me, 

Thy  hand  is  ever  dear. 
No  sorrow  seems  too  hard  to  bear, 

If  thou  art  ever  near. 

My  kingly  friend,  oh,  Harry  dear, 
God  bless  thee  now,  alway  ; 

And  send  thy  presence  oft  to  me, 
To  cheer  and  light  the  day. 

Oh,  Harry  dear,  I  love  thee  well, 
Thou  ,art  so  proud,  yet  true  ; 

May  Heaven  grant  us  many  years, 
Before  our  last  adieu. 


BLESSINGS  on  thee,  darling  brother, 
My  bonnie  boy  no  more  ; 

A  boy  doth  cease  to  be  a  boy, 

When   passing  manhood's  door. 

Thy  manhood's  years  well  satisfy 
The  promise  of  thy  youth  ; 

I   ne'er  have  known  for  thee  a  fear, 
Thou  soul  of  honor,   truth. 

And  as  the  years  roll  ever  on, 
God   grant  I  find   thee  still 

A  man  of  sterling  purpose  e'er, 
Of  strong  and  steadfast  will. 


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I'll  pray  for  thee,  my  darling  Bruz, 
By  night  or  toilsome  day  ; 

I  wish  thee  joy  beyond  compare, 
God  bless  thee  now,  alway  ! 


/OMles  /iDorgan. 

MILES  MORGAN,  thou  sturdy  pioneer, 
Strong,  true,  upright,   and   fair  ; 

Full  well  I  love  thy  bronzed  form 

That  stands  in  old   Court  Square  ! 

Thou  wast  the  scion  of  a  race 

That  lives  in   heart  and  song  ; 

No  hardship  was  too  great  for  it, 
No  warfare  was  too  long. 

Miles  Morgan,   the  synonym 

Of  all  that's  good  and  true  ; 

Brave  type  of  all  that's  manly, 
In  old  world  or  the  new. 


/Biles  flfiorcjan. 

Long  live  thy  name,  Miles  Morgan, 

Blest  thy  memory  be  ; 
Among  our  noblest  leaders, 

We'll  e'er  remember  thee. 


Beat*. 


THE  Kaiser's  dead,  the  dear  old   Sire, 

The  pride  of  German  life  ; 
Farewell,  thou  monarch  grand  and  great, 

Passed  far  beyond  earth's  strife  ! 

Thou  wast  a  stately  Emperor, 
Thy  people  loved  thee  well  ; 

Thy  deeds  of  valor  and  of  grace 
They  ever  like  to  tell. 

A  gallant  soldier,  stern  and  proud, 
A  tender  friend,  most  dear  ; 

No  warfare  was  too  hard  for  them, 
If  thou  wert  ever  near. 


Iking  tCUUiam  £>cat>.  31 

Soldier  and  statesman,  grand  in  each, 

The  pattern   of  a  king  ; 
Through  history  and  future  days 

Thy  name  will  ever  ring. 

We  mourn  for  thee  as  for  a  friend, 
We  loved  thee  well,  oh  King  ! 

We'll  often  speak  thy  blessed  name, 
And  e'er  thy  praises  sing. 

Thy  mantle  falls,  alas  !     God  grant 

It  fall  not  to  the  dust ; 
Thy  sons  will  wear  it  gracefully, 

But  part  with  thee  we  must. 

Farewell,  farewell,  with  swelling  heart, 

Thy  people  stand  to-day  ; 
God  grant  they  meet  thee  in  the  world 

Where  never  kings  have  sway  ! 


ZTbe  German  ]£jile. 

0  MY  sweet  home  in  Germany  ! 

"  When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 

When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see?" 

My  castle  in  the  German  land, 
My  king  I  loved  so  true, 

1  never  can  forget  thee  now, 

For  friends  untried  and  new. 

And  through  the  castle  gardens  wide, 
I  roamed  in  childhood's  hours  ; 

I  fed  the  birds  that  gathered  round, 
And  plucked  the  dainty  flowers. 


"Cbe  German  JErilc. 


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O  my  sweet  home  in  Germany  ! 

"When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an   end  ? 

Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see?" 


IReturn. 


MY  royal  brother  waits  for  me, 
To  guide  me  o'er  the  main  ; 

The  King  doth  wait  beyond  the  sea, 
To  see  my  face  again. 

I  go  to  Germany  once  more, 

The  home  my  childhood  knew  ; 

The  home  of  friends  beloved  of  yore, 
Of  servants  leal  and   true. 


©ur  Castle  on  tbe  IRfoine. 

WE  have  lingered  long  in  Rhineland, 
Land  of  love  and  land  of  song  ; 

But  the  days  have  swiftly  glided, 

And  they  have  not  seemed  so  long. 

And   the  sun   is  shining  brightly 
On   the  hill  and   on  the  vine  ; 

And  we're,  oh,  so  very  happy, 
In  our  castle  on  the  Rhine  ! 


Now  the  time  for  parting  neareth, 
To  the  Rhine  we  say  farewell ; 

On  its  banks  we  may  not  tarry, 
But  its  beauties  we  will  tell. 


©ur  Gastlc  on  tbe  IRbine. 

And  we're  going,  going,  going, 
To  our  home  beyond  the  sea  ; 

To  the  land  of  milk  and  honey, 
Where  the  citizens  are  free. 

And  I'm  glad  that  we  are  going, 

And  I'm  glad  no  more  to  roam  ; 

And  I'm  glad  that  soon  the  loved  ones 
Will  be  shouting,  "Welcome  home! 

And  the  moon  is  shining  brightly 
On  the  hill  and  on  the  vine  ; 

But  farewell  doth  not  seem  easy 
To  our  castle  on  the  Rhine  ! 


Xeben  Sic  Wobl ! 

"  LEBEN  sie  wohl  !  "  the  Germans  say, 
Live  you  well  for  many  a  day  ! 

And  fare  thee  well  doth  sound  so  sweet 
When  German  friends  do  kindly  greet. 

Leben  sie  wohl,  for  e'er  and  aye, 
Gladly  repeat  the  German  cry. 

Rest  to  body,  peace  to  thy  soul, 
My  dearest  friend,  Leben  sie  wohl  ! 


Uell  tbe  IRews ! 

TELL  the  news  in  Germany, 

Tell  the  news  in  Rome, 
Tell  the  news  around  the  world, 

We're  coming,  coming  home  ! 
Tell   the  news  in   Germany, 

Tell  the  news  in   Rome, 
Tell  the  news  around  the  world, 

We're  coming,  coming  home  ! 


ZTbe  prince  of  Males. 

AND  from  the  heights  I  watched  thee, 
The  Prince  of  Wales,  come  o'er 

The  blue  and  shining  waters, 

From   England's  merry  shore. 

And  from   the  heights  I  watched  thee, 
The  Prince  of  Wales,  come  down 

From  deck  of  England's  steamer, 
To  Portland, — sunny  town. 


Ube  ©to  Bricfe  Tbouse. 

IT  stands  there  still,  that  old  brick  house, 

The  scene  of  joy  and  sorrow  ; 
How  little  then  we  cared  what  griefs 
Should  come  upon  the  morrow. 

The  days  were  bright,  the  children  glad, 
In   the  house  or  out  at  play  ; 

In  fancy  now  I  hear  the  call 

To  each  other  loud  and  gay. 

Charlie,  Arthur,  Baby  Johnnie, 

And   Annie,   ever  dancing  ; 
Whichever  one  appeared   in  sight, 

My  way  was  ever  glancing. 


"Cbe  O15  XSricfe  Ifoouse. 

And   when  the  summer  days  were  come, 
And  sunny  was  the  weather, 

Under  the  grape-vines  mother  dear 
Would  call  the  brood  together. 

And  when  the  bonbons  passed  around, 
Fruit  was  there  so  fair  to  see, 

The  feast  was  not  complete  until 
Something  nice  was  sent  to  me. 

Oh  happy  days,  how  bright  they  were  ! 

And   we'll  forget  them   never  ; 
God  grant  we  gather  once  again, 

Before  we  part  forever  ! 


Hrtbur. 

IN  letters  of  gold, 

I  bid  thee  joy  ; 
May  thy  life  be  happy  and  blest ; 

May  friends  and  fortune 

Increase  with  years, 
Till  from   toil  forever  at  rest. 

May  thy  bride  e'er  be 

Bonnie  and  gay, 
And  a  blessing  to  thee  and  thine  ; 

May  love  ne'er  grow  cold, 

But  gladden  life, 
Though  the  sun  may  not  always  shine. 


Brtbur.  43 

May  home  be  happy, 

Circled  by  love  ; 
And  each  guest  find  a  welcome  there  ; 

Thy  wife   will   comfort 

In  sorrow's  hour, 
And  banish  each  gathering  care. 

And  when  age,  old  age, 

Comes  creeping  on, 
Life's  days  be  short  for  thee  and  thine, 

May  friends  still  gather 

Around  thy  hearth, 
Reminding  thee  of  Auld  Lang  Syne. 


Efcitb. 

OH  sweet  and  fair  is  the  ranchman's  wife, 
He'll  shield  her  ever  from  harm  ; 

The  fairest  flower  in  all  his  life 
Is  Edith,  queen  of  the  farm  ! 


Ubere's  /Ifcusic  in  tbe  Sunsbine." 

THERE'S  music  in  the  sunshine, 

A  symphony  sublime  ; 
Twill  last  through  all   the  ages, 

In  any  land  or  clime. 

Sturdy  hearts  will  stronger  be, 

Weak  hearts  will  catch  the  strain  ; 

And  with  its  flood  comes  blessing, 
With  broad  and  sweeping  train. 

There's  music  in  the  sunshine, 
A  sweet  and  happy  thought  ; 

'Twill  cheer  the  broken-hearted, 
With  heavy  burdens  fraught. 


ZTbe  picture. 

I  WISH  I  had  the  picture, 

Fair  Mary,  queen  of  hearts. 

Does  it  always  take  a  king 

To  vanquish  queenly  arts  ? 

But  after  thy  permission 

The  judge  must  be  to  blame  ; 
So  I'll  never  smile  on  him 

Until  he  feels  his  shame. 


Try  a  younger  messenger, 
A  man  of  lesser  note  ; 

If  he  cannot  walk  or  ride, 

Then  send  him  in  a  boat. 


Cbc  picture. 


I  am  not  now  "  sarcastic," 

As  thy  dear  pa  would  say  ; 

Some  prince  is  surely  waiting 
To  aid  thee  on  life's  way. 

So  send  me,  please,  the  picture, 
I'll  earn  it,  if  I  can  ; 

The  judge  is  a  wise  and  good, 
Although  forgetful,  man. 


Ube  TRolling  Stone. 

"  Unstable  as  water,  thou  shall  not  excel." 

A  ROLLING  stone,  thou  seemest, 

Along  life's  dusty  way. 
No  moss  can  gather  round  thee 

By  night  or  even  day. 

Why  then  so  void  of  purpose, 
Why  not  some  settled  plan, 

And  let  the  world  respect  thee, 
And  know  thou  art  a  man  ? 

Strong  hands  outstretched  will  aid  thee, 
Brave  hearts  are  ever  true  ; 

Some  help  is  ever  ready 

In  old  world  or  the  new. 


"Cbe  "Rolling  Stone. 


Some  work  is  ready  for  thee, 
Some  mission  to  perform  ; 

God's  hand  will  ever  guide  thee, 
In  sunshine  or  in  storm. 

Stand  then  upon  the  mountains, 
Cease  shifting  on  the  sands  ; 

If  nothing  here  can  offer, 

Try  then  some  foreign  lands. 

And  when  life's  duties  over, 
Each  new  victory  gained, 

Sing  then  a  song  of  triumph 

By  God's  own  strength  attained. 


/iDeerscbaum. 


IT'S  real,  genuine  meerschaum, 
The  sea  foam  tint  and  all  : 

The  amber  as  transparent 

As  sea  bird's  tears  e'er  fall. 

And  well  he  loves  his  meerschaum, 
He'll  drink  its  health  to-night  ; 

Love  it  in  the  dewy  eve, 
In  early  morning  light. 

All  hail,  thou  loved   meerschaum, 
Thy  praise  is  sweet  to  me  ; 

I'll  toast  thee  and  caress  thee, 
To  all  eternity  ! 


rtMnnfe. 

MY  little  girl  with  shining  eyes, 

I'll  see  thee  nevermore  ; 
Thy  little  form   is  gone  from   me, 

Safe  on  the  other  shore. 

Where  art  thou  now,  my  darling  child  ? 

Safe  in  the  Shepherd's  fold  ; 
Thou'lt  listen  to  the  fountains  rare 

And  walk  the  streets  of  gold. 

And  when  the  gates  are  opened  wide 

For  other  children  dear, 
Canst  thou  not  send  a  message  through? 

Perchance  'twill  reach  my  ear. 


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I  long  to  hear  thy  loving  voice, 
And  see  thy  smile  so  bright. 

Oh,  but  to  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
And  kiss  thee  once  to-night  ! 

I  had   the  fondest  hopes  for  thee, 
Thou  darling  of  my  heart  ; 

My  life  in  thee  was  reproduced. 
The  best  of  me  a  part. 

Thine  eyes  do  fairer  things  behold, 
Thine  ears  sweet  music  hear  ; 

There  joy  doth  reign  eternally, 
With  never  grief  or  fear. 

The  little  boy,  our  Freddie  dear, 

And  hast  thou  found  him  there, 

The  little  brother  gone  before, 
The  child  that  was  so  fair? 


/IDinnic. 


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Oh,  Minnie  darling,  precious  one, 

Farewell,  until  we  see 
Thy  loving  face  and  hear  thy  voice, 

Through  all  eternity  ! 


ZIbe  Granfcson. 

WRITF:  for  thee,  thou  darling  grandson? 

Blessings  on  thee,  bonnie  boy  ! 
All  too  soon  will  youth  be  over, 

Life  can  never  bring  more  joy. 

Manhood's  years  will  surely  bring  thee 
Toil  and  trouble,  sorrow,  care  ; 

But  thou   art  a  manly  stripling, 

Full  of  courage,  brave  and  fair. 

Honors  wait  thee  on  thy  journey 
If  thou   use  thy  trust  aright. 

Nature,  art,  and  education 

Well  equip  thee  for  the  fight. 


"Cbc  Orant>son. 

Do  not  disappoint  the  loved  ones 
Who  depend  on  thee 'to-day. 

There  is  ever  some  test  ready, 
For  the  valiant  in  the  fray: 

Courage  then,  thou  darling  grandson, 
Blessings  speed  thee  on  thy  way, 

All  that  life  can  give  of  pleasure 
Shall  be  thine,  I  humbly  pray. 


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James. 

"O  PARADISE,  O  Paradise, 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest, 

Who  would  not  seek  the  happy  land 
Where  they  that  loved  are  blest?" 

He  craved  for  rest,  he  hath  it  now, 
Ho\v  well  he  earned  the  joy  ; 

His  uncomplaining  spirit's  free  ; 
But  oh  we  miss  our  boy  ! 

His  manhood's  years  were  filled  with  work, 

E'en   Sunday  had   no  rest ; 
And   now  from  toil  at  last  he's  free. 

Forever  with  the  blest. 


Barnes. 

So   well  he  filled  the  ideal  formed 
In  childhood's  early  years, 

A  perfect  editor  we  see, 

E'en   through  our  grief  and  tears. 

Why  was  it  so  ?     We  vainly  ask  ; 

Our  stricken  hearts  must  break. 
Methinks  I  hear  his  gentle  voice, 

"  Be  patient,  for  my  sake." 

"  My  work  on  earth  was  not  complete, 
But  other  work  doth  wait  ; 

Our  Father's  kingdom  claims  me  now, 
Beyond  fair  Heaven's  gate." 

If  we  could  pierce  the  misty  veil 
That  hides  him  from  our  sight, 

Our  stricken  hearts  would  lighter  be, 
For  there  is  peace  and   light. 


Trust  on   and   wait,  in  God's  own   time, 
We'll  see  our  James  again  ; 

His  voice  will  be  the  first  to  greet, 
His  hand  to  soothe  the  pain. 

"O  Paradise,  O  Paradise, 

I   feel   'twill  not  be  long  ; 
Patience,  I  almost  think  I  hear 

Sweet  fragments  of  thy  song  !  " 


HE  gave  his  hand  and  said  good-by, 

Under  a  sunset  sky  ; 
In  dreams  that  word  doth  follow  me, 

His  tender,  sweet  good-by. 

And  life  goes  on  in  all  its  forms, 
We  meet  and  part  again  ; 

How  much  that  word  can  give  of  joy, 
How  much  can  give  of  pain. 

"Good-by!"     I  hear  it  now  as  then, 
And   see  that  western  sky  ; 

God  grant  I  ever  hear  that  voice, 
If  even  in  good-by. 


"  GOOD-NIGHT,  I'll  see  thee  to-morrow!" 
His  voice  is  low  and  sweet, 

As   in   the  quiet  twilight  light 
The  loving  eyes  do  meet. 

And   when   to-morrow's  light  doth  bring 

Clouds  or  sunny  weather, 
No  sorrow  seems  too  hard  to  bear, 

If  they  come  together. 

Sorrow,   toil,   nor  endless  friction 

Can   them   ever  sever  ; 
His  voice  is  sweet  as  yesterday, 

Eyes  are  loving  ever. 


Ooo&snigbt. 

Oh  happy  days,  as  ye  pass  on, 
Keep  ye  their  hearts  so  light 

That  nothing  can  their  friendship  break, 
Till  cometh  death's  dark  night. 


1RoWn 


WHO  does  she  miss  at  twilight, 

When  stars  shine  clear  and    bright  ? 

A  lover's  over  yonder, 

Who  cometh  not  to-night. 

Her  eyes  are  dim   with  watching, 

Her  thoughts  are  sad  and  sweet  ; 

For  here  at  yester-even 

These  lovers  fond  did  meet. 

But  hark,  she  hears  a  footfall, 

And  some  one  comes  this  way  ! 

At  last  he's  really  coming, 
It's  surely  Robin  Gray. 


TLbe  Brifcal 


THIS  is  the  day  when  hearts  do  beat, 
And  feet  keep  mystic  measure  ; 

Love  rides  forth  in  chariot  fleet 

To  crown  life's  greatest  treasure. 

What  heart  would  not  beat  high  for  joy, 
What  step  would  not  grow  lighter? 

For  now  life's  burdens  will  be  shared, 
And  joys  seem  ever  brighter. 

Ride  on,  oh  bride  and  groom  so  fair, 
To  Hymen's  feast  a  greeting, 

And  may  their  hearts  recall  with  joy 
Their  love's  first  happy  meeting  ! 


Bells. 


WEDDING  Bells,  ring  out  with  glee  ! 

Wedding  Bells,  ring  merrily  ! 
Jamie  weds  this  day  his  bride, 
The  loving  wife  is  by  his  side, 

Wedding  Bells,  ring  merrily  ! 


1ber  ibusbanb. 

SHE  loved  them  all,  those  lovers  fair, 
Her  suitors  bright  and  gay  ; 

But  blessed  be  the  time  when   first 
Her  husband  came  this  way. 

He  valiant  is,  he  gracious  is, 

He's  manly,  stern,  and  bold  ; 

And  even  though  his  locks  turn  gray 
His  heart  can  ne'er  grow  old. 

She  hath  found  the  "gracious  hollow >: 
God  made  in  shoulders  warm  ; 

Where  rest  secure  she  finds  each  day, 
From  life's  severest  storm. 


tcr  Tbusbant*. 

Blest  be  the  time  she  met  him  first, 
Blest  may  the  future  be  ; 

And  may  his  love  a  blessing  prove 
Through  all  eternity. 


Berries. 


AMONG  the  waxy  leaves  of  green 

The  holly  berries  show  ; 
Their  scarlet  warmth  illumines,  cheers, 

And  sets  one's  heart  aglow. 

Through  history,  romance,  and  song 

The  holly  berries  go  ; 
No  others  can  outshine  them  e'er, 

Not  e'en  the  mistletoe. 

Within  the  grand  ancestral  halls 
Is  seen  their  stately  grace  ; 

In  the  peasant's  lowliest  cot 

They  find  a  welcome  place. 


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JBerries. 


Fairest,  brightest  holly  berries, 
We  hail  ye  still  each  year  ; 

Rare  messengers  of  Christmas  tide, 
Ye  bring  us  e'er  good  cheer  ! 


/IDerrie  £mas. 

GOD  bless  thee  in  thy  Christmas  tide, 
And  bless  thy  Christmas  feast ; 

Thy  joy  beneath  the  home  roof-tree 
Is  surely  not  the  least. 

God  grant  thy  circle  may  expand, 

Unbroken  still  remain  ; 
No  loved  one  pass  beyond  thy  hand, 

Till  Christmas  come  again. 

Forget  not  her,  who's  far  away, 

The  little  sister  dear  ; 
Some  day  we'll  have  a  Christmas,   too, 

Perhaps  we'll  spend  it  here. 


Cbristmas. 

ONCE  more  the  Christmas  tide  rolls  round, 
And  Christmas  cheer  doth  greet  ; 

God  grant  thy  Christmas  may  be  blest, 
Thv  Christmas  dreams  be  sweet  ! 


1bovv  ©Ifc  art  Ubou  ? " 


Sermon  on  the  text,  "And  Pharaoh  said  unto  Jacob, 
How  old  art  thou  ?  " 


How  old  art  thou  ?     Do  added  years, 
And  locks  just  tinged  with  gray, 

Show  that  thou  art  a  better  man 
Than  thou  wast  yesterday  ? 

How  old  art  thou  ?  It  comes  to  all, 
This  question  grave  and  gay  ; 

Some  answer  it  with  smile  and  jest, 
And  others  turn  away.- 

Some  like  to  count  the  years  they've  passed, 
With   thoughtful  face  and   mien  ; 

Others  will  try  to  cheat  themselves, 
And  think  their  age  not  seen. 


"4  "Ibow  Olt>  art  Cbou  1" 

To  God  and  to  each  one's  own  soul, 
The  question  will  not  down  ; 

And  as  we  answer  it  in  truth, 
Heaven  will  smile  or  frown. 


WHY  not  looking  forward, 

What  use  in  looking  back? 

We  cannot  live  another's  life, 
For  us  no  beaten  track. 

We  cannot  right  all  wrongs 

In  any  given  age  ; 
And  burdens  still  we  bear, 

In  spite  of  greatest  sage. 

The  poor  will  cry  for  bread  ; 

The  naked  stand  in  need  ; 
Thieves  will  ply  their  calling  ; 

The  wretch  for  mercy  plead. 


looking  ffiacfcwarb. 

Oh  show  us  light  ahead 

To  guide  us  on  our  way  ; 

To  lighten  hearts  that  bleed 
By  night  and  weary  day  ! 

Better  hopes  for  future  days 
Than  vain  regrets  for  past 

God  grant  us  Spartan  grace 
While  still  oppressions  last. 


1Rot  JElsmere. 

WHY  not  a  man  of  soul, 

Of  sterling  common  sense  ; 

A  man  to  love,  revere, 

For  many  ages  hence  ? 

Why  shake  the  faith  of  some, 
Discomfort  give  to  all ; 

Why  not  one  Lord,  one  creed, 

Though  nations  rise  and  fall  ? 

The  same  God  made  us  all, 
On  this  we  all  agree  ; 

Then  fling  all  doubts  aside 
And  bless  the  Deity. 


XOUQ    BOO. 

OH  the  dear  familiar  faces 

That  I  loved  so  long  ago, 
Long,  long  ago, 
Long  ago  ! 

How  they  haunt  my  dreams  and  tell  me 
Of  the  days  of  long  ago, 
Long,  long  ago, 
Long  ago ! 


I  have  seen  them  in  the  sunshine, 
I  have  seen  them  in  the  shade, 
Long,  long  ago, 
Long  ago. 


long  Hgo. 

In  the  warmth  of  days  of  summer, 
In   the  nights  of  winters  cold, 
Long,  long  ago, 
Long  ago. 


May  they  linger  in  my  memory, 
In  the  days  of  by  and  by, 
Sweet  by  and  by, 
By  and   by. 

May  the  friends  I've  loved  be  loyal, 
In  the  days  of  by  and   by, 

• 

Sweet  by  and  by, 
Bv  and  bv. 


Uwiligbt 

WHEN  the  twilight  shadows  deepen, 
And  the  day  is  nearly  done, 

O'er  my  soul  there  comes  the  quiet 
That  is  blest  to  any  one. 

Sounds  are  hushed,  and  through  the  silence 

Voices  that  we  loved  of  old 
Tell  to  us  the  tender  stories 

That  in  youth  they  often  told. 

Oh  to  see  the  loving  faces, 

Oh  to  hear  the  real  voice  call  ! 

Some  on  earth  are  hushed  forever, 
Some  we'll  hear,  but  never  all. 


'Cwiligbt. 

And  the  days  grow  ever  shorter, 
Shorter  still  the  years  roll  on  ; 

Soon  we'll  join  the  band  of  loved  ones 
Who  to  thither  shores  have  gone. 


/iDaria, 


AVE  Maria  !     From  ev'ry  tower 
The  bells  of  eve  are  pealing  ; 

And  o'er  my  soul  at  the  vesper  hour 
Their  notes  come  softly  stealing. 

Ave  Maria  !     Chime  on,  ye  bells, 
And  lull  me  in  my  dreaming  ; 

The  bright  stars  are  peeping  one  by  one, 
The  moon  in  silver  gleaming. 

Ave  Maria  !     O'er  all  the  earth, 

Be  heard  your  blessed  chiming  ; 

And  every  weary  soul  will  list 

To  your  sweet,  mystic  rhyming. 


/IDotber, 

HE'S  ta'en  his  last  farewell  of  her, 
His  mother,  tender,   true  ; 

No  other  friend  will  love  him  so, 
Old  friend,  or  even  new. 

'Tis  sad  that  we  must  say  farewell. 

Oh  Death,  why  is  thy  sting  ? 
Thou  gatherest  tender  flowers, 

And  ripened  sheaves  dost  bring  ! 

He  loved  her  so,  her  pride,  her  boy, 
Her  wishes  were  his  will ; 

He'll  cherish  all  her  tender  words, 
And  love  her  precepts  still. 


flfcotber. 


Farewell,  thou  mother,  tender,  true, 
Thy  mission  hath  been  well  ; 

Thy  words  of  wisdom  haunt  thy  son, 
And  to  him  comfort  tell  ! 


OLffe. 

DIDST  thou  fancy  life  was  roses, 

With  the  tints  that  rose  leaves  bear  ; 

That  fair  cheeks  were  ever  rosy, 
And  forever  gold  the  hair  ? 

One  by  one  illusions  leave  us, 

One  by  one  the  sad  truths  fall ; 

Disappointments  surely  meet  us, 
And  deep  sorrows  come  to  all. 

But  the  depths  of  human  nature 
We  may  touch  if  but  we  will  ; 

Faith  and   honor  live  forever, 

Truth  and   love  triumphant  still. 


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Count  not  lost  the  lessons  given, 
Treasure  all  that  bright  appears  ; 

Let  no  sorrow  dim  the  sunshine, 
God  shall  wipe  away  all  tears. 


Ube  Sbip  tbat  Sailed 


MINE  sailed  from  Marblehead, 

Under  a  summer  sky  ; 
And  with  fear  and  trembling, 

I  watched  the  days  go  by. 

Grief  for  days  that  are  gone, 

Fear  for  days  that  will  come  ; 

Oh  I  long  to  see  her, 

My  ship  that  sailed  from  home  ! 


TTbe  Ikep  Colfc  Xover. 

HE  told  his  love  in  accents  low, 
His  love  so  tender,  sweet  ; 

Though  women  come  and  women  go, 
He's  only  at  her  feet. 

His  love  would  last  to  heaven's  gate, 
And  seek  the  other  shore  ; 

If  death   were  early  or  were  late, 
He's  lonely  nevermore. 

Her  love  was  all  the  bliss  he  sought 
In  this  cold   world  so  drear  ; 

All  other  loves  must  count  for  naught, 
While  she  was  ever  near. 


"Cbc  Ikcv;  Colt  lover. 

And  after  years  of  such  protest, 
One  dreadful,  dreadful  day, 

He  seemed  to  like  a  turncoat  best, 
And  thus  to  her  did  say  : 

"  I  never  said  I  loved  thee  well, 

Or  even  loved  at  all  ; 
How  canst  thou  such  a  story  tell, 

And  me  thy  lover  call?" 

Oh  fickle  man,  audacious  maid, 
Tis  sad  to  think  them  so  : 

His  love  protests  were  jokes,  he  said, 
It  must  be  so,  you  know  ! 

And  this  is  love?     God  help  us  all, 

If  men  are  of  that  ilk  ; 
'Twere  better  never  born  at  all, 

Devoid  of  kindness'  milk. 


amateur. 


I  THINK  thou  dost  indeed  do  well, 
With   pictures  far  and   near; 

To  gather  bits  of  loveliness 

Doth  seem  to  be  thy  sphere. 

And   since  I  am   recipient 

Of  pictures  by  the  way, 
I  hope  the  sport  will  ever  please, 

Lasting  many  a  day. 

Come  take  the  picture  of  our  house 
That  stands  against  Court  Square 

No  matter  whether  court  doth  sit, 
Or  only  lawyers  there. 


•Cbe  amateur. 

The  family  is  always  home 

In  clouds  or  sunny  day  ; 
So  come  and  take  our  pictures,  please, 

And  very  soon,  I  pray ! 


Ube  Xafcfcer. 


"  Heaven  is  not  reached  by  a  single  bound  ; 
We  mount  the  ladder  by  which  we  rise 
From  the  lowly  earth  to  the  vaulted  skies, 
And  we  mount  to  its  summit,  round  by  round. 


ROUND  by  round  thy  duties  greet  thee, 
See  that  thou  dost  not  fall  ; 

To  try  a  case  will  test  thy  strength, 
To  wait  one  most  of  all. 

Courage  ever,  'twill  do  thee  good, 
To  gain  thy  place  by  strength  ; 

The  grandest  life  is  shown  in   work, 
In   merit,   not  in  length. 


"Cbe  Uatfcer.  93 

'Tis  not,  how  much  can  he  do, 

But  does  he  do  it  well  ? 
Of  thy  record,  great  or  small, 

The  future  days  will  tell. 

I  pray  success  may  wait  on  thee, 
And  triumph  crown  each  day  ; 

Look  upward  as  the  rounds  go  by, 
And  short  will  be  the  way. 


.  Justice  Gopelant*. 


"HER  Majesty"  wishes  thee  joy, 
With  Merrie  Xmas  cheer  ; 

And  a  bounteous  Xmas  feast, 
For  each  succeeding  year. 

A  long  life  to  Justice  Copeland, 

Blest  may  he  ever  be  ; 
And  when  he  thinks  of  favored  friends 

May  I  remembered  be  ! 


Xawgers  IReefc  Hpplp  ! 


HE  says  my  heart  is  made  of  flint, 
Bound  up  in  coat  of  steel, 

That  love  will  never  give  me  wounds, 
Because  there's  naught  to  heal. 

Alas,  that  I  should  seem  so  stern  ! 

Why  are  young  men  afraid  ? 
A  man  that's  manly,  brave,  and   bold 

Would   suit  most  any  maid. 

But  no,  he  says  the  man  lives  not 
That  I  would  look  upon  ; 

Not  even  if  his  bank  account 
Were  measured  by  the  ton. 


Qnhj  -lawyers  Hcefc  Hpplx> ! 

"  Lives  there  a  man  with  soul  so  dead/ 
Who  hath  not  life  and  fire 

To  conquer  and  convert  this  maid, 
And  not  excite  her  ire  ? 

Professionals  may  try  the  race, 

He  thinks  they'll  not  succeed  ; 

But  if  they  do,   he'll  swing  his  hat, 
And  wish  them   right  good  speed. 


H  iRemefcB  ^Unique. 


HE  had  the  hardest  kind  of  cold, 
His  friends  were  in  despair  ; 

His  sister  nursed  him   tenderly, 
The  doctor  gave  his  care. 

Of  all  the  remedies  unique 

That  ever  people  tried, 
Was  one  prescribed  by  lady  fair, 

At  table  him  beside. 

Most  women  would  prefer  a  bag 

That's  filled  with  perfume  sweet  ; 

Like  oil  of  roses,  heliotrope, 
Or  other  odor  meet. 


98  H  IRemet"?  "Unique. 

While  still  so  hoarse  he  could  not  speak, 
She  kept  at  him  each  day  ; 

He  laughed  till  tears  ran  down  his  cheek 
At  her  persistent  way. 

"Just  put  a  bag  upon  your  chest, 
You  must,   you  shall,  you   can  ; 

Not  filled  with  any  perfume  sweet, 
But  with  soft  soap  and  bran." 

Ye  gods  !  could   mortal  man  withstand 

Such  remedy  as  that  ? 
'Twould  stir  his  pulse  and  thrill  his  heart, 

I  think  'twould  raise  his  hat ! 


H  Xull  at  tbe  Court  Ibouse. 

QUIET  reigns  in  the  halls  of  justice, 
No  step  is  heard  on  the  stair  ; 

The  lawyers  are  all  in  the  court  room. 
Whiit  can  they  be  doing  there? 

We  often  hear  their  eloquent  pleas 
When  trying  a  tested  case  ; 

But  in  the  interim  others  come 

With  swift  step  and  smiling  face. 

Such  quiet  is  surely  uncommon, 

And  the  wheels  so  smoothly  glide, 

It  easily  seems  Arcadia, 

Green  fields  and  the  river  side. 


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B  lull  at  tbe  Court  fjousc. 


But  hark,  the  spell  is  quickly  broken. 

Lo  !    the  wheel  of  justice  turns, 
And  hurrying  footsteps  plainly  show 

It's  the  hour  when  court  adjourns. 


Ube  lUinmuQ  Canfctoate. 


THEN  why  talk  to  me  of  defeat, 
When  laurels  are  laid  at  thy  feet, 

Fresh  palms  in  thy  hands, 

The  music  of  bands, 
And  all  for  victory  complete  ? 


TTbe  SLosino  Canfctoate. 


I'M  sorry  'tis  my  task 

Thy  sorrows  to  condone  ; 

And  having  lost  this  field 
Can  nothing  else  atone  ? 

Many  fields  await  thee, 

For  which  keen  longings  feel  ; 
Be  thy  next  opponent 

As  worthy  of  thy  steel  ! 


ZTbe  Beat)  ©fficer. 

ALL  honor  to  our  hero, 

He  died  in  harness  trim  ; 

His  comrades  miss  his  presence, 
With  honors  bury  him. 

It  seems  so  hard  to  leave  him 
Under  the  turf  to-day. 

While  all  the  rest  are  happy 
And  busy  on  life's  way. 

He  died  in  noble  warfare, 

Guarding  the  people's  laws. 

How  could  we  ask  a  better, 
A  nobler,  truer  cause  ? 


"Cbe  E>ea&  Officer. 

He  gave  his  life  for  duty, 
This  manliest  of  men  ; 

No  praise  is  too  exalted, 

By  word  of  tongue  or  pen. 

Officers  to  be  shot  down  ! 

Deserters  die  that  way  ; 
Gallant  men  on  duty  bent, 

Not  seeking  an  affray  ! 

Shame  to  the  wretch  who  did  it, 
'Twas  hard  he  should  die  so  ; 

Only  time  can  soothe  the  grief 
Of  those  who  feel  the  blow. 


©ur  Colonel. 

WELL  might  Carthage  claim  her  own, 
Proud  Carthage  by  the  sea, 

Who  loves  her  memory  well  ; 
Almost  a  Roman  he  ! 

Quite  Roman  in  his  feelings  ; 

He  wore  the  Union  blue 
When  country  needed  soldiers, 

Defenders  firm  and  true. 

He  freely  gave  his  life-blood, 

Not  in  the  Tiber  wide, 
But   in   the  sunny   South  land 

Where  other  comrades  died. 


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©ur  Colonel. 


All  honor  to  our  hero, 

Who  honored  country's  call; 
To  home  returned  and  Carthage  ; 

Proud  Roman  of  them  all  ! 


Hlma  /IDater. 


EACH  student  loves  his  own  home  best, 

This  we  all  acknowledge  ; 
So  I  shall  ever  hail  with  joy 

Portland  Business  College. 

Foundations  there  were  deeply  laid 

To  build  my  life's  career  ; 
Professors  learned,  wise,  and  good, 

I  ever  well  revere. 

Memory  lingers  round  the  rooms 

Where  students,  young  and  gay, 

Young  men  and  ladies,  spent  their  time, 
At  night  and  through  the  day. 


Ohy  Blma  /mater. 

Our  lawyer  was  a  polished  man, 
He  taught  us  well  his  mind  ; 

His  equal  on  the  legal  heights 
We  rarely  ever  find. 

Our  bank  was  ever  firm  and  true, 
No  cashier  e'er  absconded  ; 

Our  warehouses  were  safety's  own, 
Even  if  not  bonded. 

Our  post-office  was  well  conducted, 
Mails  received  attention  ; 

Our  postmaster,  so  young,  gallant, 
Worthy  too  of  mention. 

Our  business  world  was  never  dull, 
Routine  seemed  a  pleasure  ; 

And  life  went  on  in  all  its  forms, 
Young  life's  mystic  measure. 


/IVc>  Hlma  /mater. 

How  little  then  we  knew  of  life, 
Bitter-sweet  is  knowledge  ; 

Long  may  our  Alma  Mater  live, 
Bless  the  Business  College  ! 


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A  YACHT,  a  skipper,  and  a  spanking  breeze, 
Oh,  that's  what  I  dearly  love  ; 

When  the  foam  is  white  and  the  water  blue, 
And  the  skies  are  bright  above  ! 

Oh,  the  grand  old  ocean  is  home  to  me, 

And  I  roam  its  waters  o'er  ; 
I  am  happiest  on  the  briny  deep 

Though  I  dearly  love  the  shore  ! 

Then  sing  we  ever  to  the  god  Neptune, 
All  hail  to  the  dashing  foam  ; 

We  will  praises  sing  and  the  welkin  ring, 
Whether  near  or  far  from  home  ! 


IRantucfeet— flee  *  boun&. 

A  LOVELY  island  far  at  sea, 
Its  waters  still  ice-bound  ; 

Nor  friend  nor  foe  can  visit  it, 
No  ships  can  gather  round. 

'Tis  well  sufficient  to  themselves 
The  islanders  have  grown  ; 

Since  how  to  bridge  such  frozen  path, 
To  science  is  not  known. 

Electric  thrills  alone  can  touch 
Old  ocean's  mighty  pulse  ; 

If  only  dynamite  availed 

This  ice-mass  to  convulse! 


112  flantucfeet— 1Tce=bounJ>. 

Why  can't  some  daring  Yankee  mind 
Invent  a  bridge  for  ice? 

Darius  Green's  flying  machine 
Would  not  be  half  so  nice. 

To  hear  from  any  friend  is  well, 
Ice-bound  ones  much  better; 

Oh  Frost  King,  cease  thy  rigid  sway, 
Send  us  now  a  letter  ! 


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